Better Late Than Never

Sundown tonight marks the ending of another Passover. And every year since I’ve been living on my own, the ending of Passover has meant that one or two semi-eaten boxes of kosher l’pesach matzah start to gather dust on a kitchen counter. I usually think to myself, “well, I’ll eat them as a snack,” but every year, sometime during the summer I admit to myself that there’s no way in hell I am going to eat these now-stale objects that are taking up valuable counter space, and toss them out.

And then, of course, I’d feel guilty.

Last year, I had a small revelation. I could toss those leftover matzos into my Cuisinart and turn them into matzoh meal — a breadcrumb substitute that Scott cooks with on a regular basis. No guilt, no waste. I have no idea why it took me so many years to figure this out, but better late than never.

So now I have a new end of Passover ritual: the pulverizing of the matzoh.

Yay me!